"So this is Paris." Clary and Jonathan had been walking through the quiet streets of the city and he'd smiled t her reaction to everything. It was exactly how she had imagined it only, better. "How about we get something to eat? I know a great cafe that serves the world's best hot chocolate."
"Yes," Clary said, a little too quickly. Jonathan smiled at her reaction, she had grown a little more comfortable being around him and more talkative too. Once they had sat down at the cafe and had been served Clary began the hungrily eat on one of the croissants. "You know they'll get you another, you devouring that like a wolverine." Jonathan chuckled and Clary blushed. Her mother had taught her table manners but she had been so hungry that she'd forgotten them. Her thoughts of her mother were interrupted by Jonathan calling over a waiter in French, she guessed that he was ordering more food or something. "Jonathan?"
"Yes?" He turned to her, while the waiter walked off.
"I was just wondering..." She hesitated slightly and Jonathan put his hand on her own. It took all of Clary's strength to flinch or pull back from his touch. "You can tell me anything Clary, I'm your brother." Her stomach flipped at his words and she forced the words out of her mouth.
"Do you know what happened to my- our mother." She didn't know if it was her calling Jocelyn 'their mother' or if it was just the mention of Jocelyn that made Jonathan tense. "She disappeared a while ago and- I just want to know if it had anything to do with the shadow world." Clary ducked her head unable to meet his eye's.
"Yes, the disappearance of your mother has something to do with the shadow world." Clary noted that he'd again said 'your mother'.
"What happened to her?" She looked up and saw a small nearly unnoticeable wave of forlorn and pain, hit him like a slap in the face.
"Those shadowhunters from before..." He began.
"What about them? Did they know her?"
"They killed her," now it was Clary's turned to feel like someone had slapped her across the face. Her heart seemed to tighten and tears stung from behind her eye's as she tried to hold them back. "I know it's sad Clary," his hand was still on her own and was now gently massaging it. "but I can be here for you now; if you'll let me." His words did nothing to make her feel better, in fact, she hardly heard him over the loud drumming of her heart in her ears. The clock nearby ran loudly and Jonathan turned his head towards it. "Damn it, we have to go." Clary just nodded silently, unable to speak or even feel anything but emptiness. Jonathan got up to collect the check, looking back at her as he went, probably making sure she didn't run away. Though she didn't feel like she could if she tried, both physically and emotionally.
Once he had come back he offered his hand to her again and she took letting him pull her off her chair and lead her into the streets. When she finally seemed to wake up from the wall that had surrounded her she realized that Jonathan and she were now walking across a long bridge. "There's an antique dealer here that keeps odd hours. I was hoping we could pop in for a visit."
"An antique's dealer?"
"Don't worry it'll be quick."
"What do you need from an antique store?" Jonathan smiled slightly.
"It's a gift, to you. An ancient Morgenstern relic; a sign of Morgenstern dignity." Clary scoffed t this.
"Woah, from the stories you've told it's rare to hear the words Morgenstern and dignity together."
"Our family used to be great heroes until Valentine disgraced our name, it is up to us to change that." As they walked across the bridge, Clary looked up to see a man walking in their direction and he was covered in runes. 'Another Shadowhunter.' Clary thought to herself. On her way past she accidentally bumped into him making Jonathan whirl around. "Hey!" He shouted and Clary suddenly felt scared as she felt his anger as if it was her own, and she hated it. "Watch where you're going!" The Shadowhunter turned towards Jonathan, his expression showed equal anger.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Clary butted in before a fight could break out. "Je suis un touriste, stupide." The man smiled at the tiny girl and smiled. She couldn't help but smile back at the man, he was the first person in days who seemed to make her feel the slightest bit at peace. Her mum had taught a little French but not enough to understand what the man said back to her. As he walked away Jonathan, who'd let go of her hand, put his arm around her as if trying to protect her and even as if she was his property. They walked up to a small store with the words 'Antique Store' written above the door, the bell above it rang as the entered the store. An elderly man walked out from the counter and said something in French, that made Jonathan chuckle silently. "Oh, I think you can make an exception." He through a small bag towards the man.
"Coins from Dead Man's Eye's," Jonathan explained fiddling with some of the store's items. "A particular favourite of the Vertis demon."
"He's a demon." This was her first demon encounter and it wasn't anything like she'd thought it'd be.
"Don't worry our friend..." The man emptied the bag full of coins.
"Merek."
"Our friend, Merek, is relatively harmless. Part of the Greater Demon middle class that rarely gets mentioned. They live quietly among us, working at our bank's schools, brothels, gently stroking the lesser vices. For the most part, they sail under the radar. You know, I'll bet Mirek here hasn't gotten so much as a jay-walking ticket."
"What do you want." The demon plucked a box Jonathan had been fiddling with out of his hands.
"The Morning Star Sword. I heard you had it and I'd like to make a deal." The demon moved back behind the counter and Jonathan gave him a deadly serious look that made Clary shiver.
"I'll speak with you, that one outside." Clary moved behind Jonathan, in both embarrassment and fear as the demon pointed at her. "Oof, I can smell her Nephilim blood from here."
"My sister and I are quite attached." He smiled at the girl hiding behind him and then gave the demon a look that could kill. "I'd prefer it if she stayed." The room suddenly became very silent as the demon and demon boy glared at each other until Clary could no longer take the suspense. "Hey, how about I go outside?" She stepped out from behind Jonathan and after a moments pause he nodded and she quickly scurried out the door and leaned against the shop wall. After standing outside for a good time, Clary turned a peeped through the large window of the shop and saw her brother moving towards the demon before grabbing him angrily by the collar.
She watched in wonder and terror as Jonathan's eye became completely black and even the demon looked scared. They exchanged a few words until Jonathan finally let him go and his eyes went back to normal. Clary let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding, just then Jonathan wiped out a dagger, slit the demon's throat and pushed him to the ground. This was the first time Clary had ever seen someone do something like this and it made her feel sick to her stomach as a strip of blood hit the glass window where she stood. She never thought anyone could do something like that so swiftly and without even a hint of regret. Jonathan moved over to the counter and looked into what seemed like a book and ripped out a page.
Clary tried to duck her head quickly so he didn't know she had seen but she was too late and he looked up to see her turn around. Clary looked up as the door opened and Jonathan walked out and wrapped his arm around her shoulders leading her away. "Let's go shall we?" He rubbed her back gently as if she was made of porcelain and could break at any moment. As they walked down the streets Clary noticed the Shadowhunter she had seen before as he waved at them from across the road. She saw this as her chance. 'Help!' she mouthed out to the man and when Jonathan wasn't looking she pulled down her top a little to show the rune on her chest. His face became serious and he pulled what looked like a stele and activated one of his runes.
"Hey, um is there a bathroom nearby?" She looked up at her brother, how looked tall to her as she only just reached his hip.
"Sure, just here." He led them to a small restaurant. "There should be a bathroom in the back." Clary nodded, giving one last glance at the Shadowhunter, only to see he had disappeared. As she walked into the restaurant and towards the bathrooms, she felt a pull on her arm as she turned the corner. There was the man looking down at her. "Who are you?" He asked.
"My name is Clary Fairchild."
"Who is that man and why do you need help."
"He's my brother 'Jonathan Morgenstern' and he's looking for something, a sword or something."
"Come with me." He pulled her by the arm and down through the back door. Clary winced as the Shadowhunter's tight grip gave her a small Chinese burn. At the same time Jonathan who'd been waiting outside looked down at his stinging arm to see it turn slightly red, he looked up to see the Shadowhunter from the bridge walking off with... Clary! "You have to go back, my brother is looking for something, a sword."
"Jonathan Morgenstern is dead and last time I checked he didn't have a sister."
"I only found out I had a brother a few days ago. Maybe you're mistaken?" He didn't get a chance to respond for as quick as a flash someone ran up behind him and with a simple flick, broke his neck. Clary gave out a small scream of surprise and fear. Her brother stood above the Shadowhunter who'd fallen to the ground, Clary stared down at him unable to move. "That was close," Jonathan crouched down in front her so he was her height and with his hand, lifted her chin to face him. "Hey, you're safe now, with me." These words did nothing to soothe her and after leading her off in his arms he kept of looking at her with relief.
"They're in Paris now?" Isabelle looked down at the map on the screen. The group had been preparing to travel to Siberia, but then they got a message sent from the Paris Institute.
"A Shadowhunter saw a man kill his friend and with him was a little girl. Both of them fit the description of Jonathan and Clary." Alec fiddled with the map. "Magnus, do you think that you'd know anyone who could teleport us there?"
"I'm not one to name drop but I'm sure I can find someone." The warlock walked off.
"Don't worry Izzy, we'll find them." Jace tried to soothe his sister who had been on her feet all day.
"How did you know that he'd taken me?" Clary had been silent all the way back to the apartment.
"Becuase of this," He pulled down the sleeve of his jacket, showing a fading red mark that matched hers.
"How did you-" CLary faded off as her eye's crossed some familiar black line pocking out of his shirt. She moved up on her toes and pulled down his shirt. "What is this?" She pointed at the rune that matched her own. "How did you get this?" Her brother smiled down at her in a way that made Clary very uncomfortable.
"When I was resurrected by mother, I had to share the same life-force as someone else." Clary glanced down at her identical rune as everything started to make sense. "I wouldn't be alive without my little sister." When they reached the apartment, Jonathan opened the doors and Clary speed walked straight to her bedroom, not looking back and shut the door.
Her tears stung like acid behind her eye's as a small knock came from her door and soon it opened. Clary faced the opposite side of the room, not wanting to look at him. "I'm going out again, we forget to get food while we were out. I'll be back." Clary nodded her head, still looking away from him as she heard the door close. When she knew she was alone she ran to her bed, dug her face into the covers and cried tears of grief and horror. She cried about her mum, the Shadowhunter, she cried at the fact that she was related to someone how could live with the fact that he'd killed an innocent Shadowhunter or even kill so easily without a second thought. She kept on doing this until she fell asleep, her energy zapped.
